User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Sharpe's Highwaybeasts/@comment-32303-20121107155923/@comment-25220117-20121109150545

Ortega offers Stryker her paws "Me next, if y'please"

''The land above the tunnel was damp, muddy grassland, the only other vegetation being scraggly little plants half-dead amongst the mud. The green field stretching as far as the eye can see, though the sound of waves could be heard plainly, slowly, calmly crashing onto the land. Judging from the intensity of the soothing sound, it could not be more than a few miles away. Sharpe stood up, stretching his back and arms, slowly inhaling and exhaling the fresh sea breeze, which felt wonderful after hours in a dark, humid tunnel. Having taken his fill of the air, the hare captain drew his sword, slashing at the nearest vegetation poking from the mud'' "What d'ye reckon, Corporal, camp an' supper d'ye think?"